Maybe they think I am naive Because of my baby face They don't know it's my technique To survive in this place Lover's easy popetry Speaking to my Berlin land Who will write a song for me To change the rules of my game Happy Violentine Happy Violent Please no flowers as they die Bad jokes and I eat you raw If my dreams don't drive me mad Let's sleep to be tomorrow No love is part of the job So I can delete this day Switch me in a stand-by mode Until someone presses play Happy Violentine Happy Violent